HIKING
When all that remains
of the day
is the old hiking stick
leaning on the garage-
he will never forget
the trees swaying,
the firm rocks
below his feet,
splashes rising
beneath the waterfall.
When the last grain of dirt
is washed from his shoes,
he will still know
what a cloud feels like-
still be glad
he took the chance.
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